Two nights ago I had a nightmare. The little square hole in the wall adjacent to my bed began to emit an orangish light. I had known that there were no lights on in the hallway, and the intensity of the color convinced me it could not be reflective light from outside.
I sat and I watched this light pulse, and a fear began to grow inside me. I looked at the clock and it was 2:00. I knew I was in a dream, but I couldn't bring myself to wake up. The intensity of the light became stronger, and I knew that something was in the hall.
The rest I do not remember, but I realized that my nightmares are very different from what most peoples. They are never images of physical violence, being done to my person or an other. It is always a quality of light, a movement of time, or a sound that arouses an anxiety and fear inside me.
